About the Author
I write other people's book through an interview process. Benefit from my insight without the baggage.
The mechanisms in the mind that fulfill a requirement to function without conscious thought, transferred responsibility to the conscious mind. To try and cope, I assigned symbols or memories to mechanisms shaped like a triangle. I assigned symbols or memories to each point of an adjacent triangle representing my connection to God. My dying grandmother’s smile is the only symbol I remember. I don’t know where it belonged in the exercise but it’s the closest I ever felt to understanding why humans are incapable of being God. This when I realized God’s appetite to forgives you is to release his pain. If God doesn’t forgive you, the impetuous to create life would be a mistake because humanity’s consciousness is torture.
"I don't no what I'm doing." John Ralph Tuccitto
John Ralph Tuccitto was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. As of writing 'Dis-eased' he was thirty-seven years old, married with a three-year-old daughter.
With a "passion" for honesty, John explores his mind without fear or trepidation. He was diagnosed bipolar in November 2014 after experiencing psychosis, a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality; briefly in his case. His goal is to crush the stigma of mental illness in the workplace by sharing his perspective and what he has learned from the other side. John leverages his 14 years experience as a visual & user experience designer to help visualize and explain the intangible mechanisms that both plague and complement human connection. His poetic style is an acquired taste for those who truly value original ideas that refines the sphere of reality to a point.
Outside of writing, John enjoys drawing, reading non-fiction, fishing and collecting retro video games.
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Fear trains us to obey with promise it will not manifest.
Ask the people who benefit from the deed cares if the generosity was influenced or voluntary.
Love is transparent affection.
I am allergic to applause.
It's like sledding on a soccer field. You just sit there. Clapping tilts the field until is becomes a slope. If the cadence doesn't escalate, the sled will stop accelerating. I guess groups wish to escalate the thrill until it tops out. It annoys me personally.
Fear wields ignorance to steer your intrigue towards triggers that dissuade your curiosity from persevering.
Freedom is the desire to escape oppression. It's a moving target, and it's unconcerned with who or what it impacts. I suppose if you believe there is no such thing as freedom, your escape rests on those who try in vain (for your amusement). That's your freedom.
Food chain. Survival is-was our ideal. We've lost sight of that because convenience is our ideal. In a hierarchy what ideal wins? Survival or convenience? If you're starving; survival. If you're lazy; convenience. In a hierarchy what is oppression? "I'm not getting my way." In a survival situation you can't blame nature, you can only respect it. We are not nature because our ideal is convenience. Inconvenience is our oppression.
Look at politics. Look at how news corps stay in business purely by painting their opposition as inferior. It's a fucking racket. These rackets exist because none of us are objective.: there is only profit. What is profitable is predictable. Humans are predictable, not objective. Ask me how I know...